Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
The Names,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.